Tuesday, June 19, 2012

How odd it is, that the turn of the tongue, tension on the vocal chord, expansion of the lung, gives honor or withholds it; displays the contents of the heart, even the depths of the soul.  My mastery of your accent, the idioms of your mother tongue, your way of expressing heart language; in the end, my submission to your birth household, demonstrates love in ways nothing else can.  God confused the languages at Babel to scatter men over the face of the earth, and quell the uprising of pride and its towering symbol.  And in so doing He created a path for men to demonstrate the opposite of the natural habit of pride of nation, language, upbringing, wealth and edifice.  When I submit myself to learn your soul tongue, I show love sourced in the Fountainhead.  I incarnate my alien self as one of the People.  And the Good News gains glory and power.  How indeed, shall they hear, without a preacher, and more than this, one who submits to babel, and releases hold of Latin, Greek or Arabic.  Receive Christ, repent, be baptized, O People. 

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Mutual submission.  Humbling of the self outwardly and inwardly - by deeds and by attitude.  This creates beauty.  This is a form, always, of suffering - of dieing; dieing to self.  This also creates love, nutures it, gives it increase.  On this form of love you can build oneness of heart.  It creates productivity in work, intimacy in marriage, unity in the society of families, villages, cities and nations.  Mutual submission in lovers creates an intense bond; image of the Trinity, of Incarnation.  The summa of Mystery. 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

You open the door, and find a new wing on the world.  Long, dim, silent, unexplored.  Doors opening on either hand in rows receding into a dusty dusk.  New vista's behind each; unseen before within the old.  (House of the Star that Sinned; Voyage of the Dawn Treader)